| 1 |
How beautiful are thy feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! Thy rounded thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skilful workman. |
| 2 |
Thy body is `like' a round goblet, `Wherein' no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is `like' a heap of wheat Set about with lilies. |
| 3 |
Thy two breasts are like two fawns That are twins of a roe. |
| 4 |
Thy neck is like the tower of ivory; Thine eyes `as' the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose is like the tower of Lebanon Which looketh toward Damascus. |
| 5 |
Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the hair of thy head like purple; The king is held captive in the tresses `thereof'. |
| 6 |
How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! |
| 7 |
This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to its clusters. |
| 8 |
I said, I will climb up into the palm-tree, I will take hold of the branches thereof: Let thy breasts be as clusters of the vine, And the smell of thy breath like apples, |
| 9 |
And thy mouth like the best wine, That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, Gliding through the lips of those that are asleep. |
| 10 |
I am my beloved's; And his desire is toward me. |
| 11 |
Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; Let us lodge in the villages. |
| 12 |
Let us get up early to the vineyards; Let us see whether the vine hath budded, `And' its blossom is open, `And' the pomegranates are in flower: There will I give thee my love. |
| 13 |
The mandrakes give forth fragrance; And at our doors are all manner of precious fruits, new and old, Which I have laid up for thee, O my beloved. |
